Elie was a Holocaust survivor, and he recounts that horrifying experience in his book. (NOT AN EXTRA CREDIT PAGE)
As I was reading this book, it made me wonder; what is courage? Is it simply carrying a gun and fighting for the country? Or is it something more? Elie Wiesel lost both his parents in the concentration camps he was in, Auschwitz, and Buchenwald. At first, he sugar coats everything, saying that the Auschwitz camp wasn’t so bad, but then, as the reader keeps reading the story, they learn of the horror of the Nazi death camps. Burning to death at the crematoriums, being beaten, worked to death, hangings, being whipped, little food or water.
It makes you wonder where all the humanity had gone during that time period. His descriptions of the barracks, of the camps, being marched from one place to another, you can only feel sympathy for him, his recollections are so vivid still from when he was in the concentration camps, that you know that it was an experience he will never be able to forget. None of us will be able to forget the horrors of World War Two, but it’s worse still when you were the one going through the brutality, and the looming question in your mind; will I be able to survive this?
Many gave up the fight to live before the concentration camps were exterminated, but the few that survived, well, most of their stories will never be told. Within this book’s pages, tells the story of not only Elie’s experience in not one, but several death camps, it is also the story of his families’, neighbor’s, and friend’s experience in the camps. One thing is certain; we cannot let this happen again. The holocaust was just the gasoline on top of the already burning candle, and it expanded it into the giant flame that history has come to mark. Let’s not make the mistake of repeating this inhumanity a second time.
As I was reading this book, it made me wonder; what is courage? Is it simply carrying a gun and fighting for the country? Or is it something more? Elie Wiesel lost both his parents in the concentration camps he was in, Auschwitz, and Buchenwald. At first, he sugar coats everything, saying that the Auschwitz camp wasn’t so bad, but then, as the reader keeps reading the story, they learn of the horror of the Nazi death camps. Burning to death at the crematoriums, being beaten, worked to death, hangings, being whipped, little food or water.
It makes you wonder where all the humanity had gone during that time period. His descriptions of the barracks, of the camps, being marched from one place to another, you can only feel sympathy for him, his recollections are so vivid still from when he was in the concentration camps, that you know that it was an experience he will never be able to forget. None of us will be able to forget the horrors of World War Two, but it’s worse still when you were the one going through the brutality, and the looming question in your mind; will I be able to survive this?
Many gave up the fight to live before the concentration camps were exterminated, but the few that survived, well, most of their stories will never be told. Within this book’s pages, tells the story of not only Elie’s experience in not one, but several death camps, it is also the story of his families’, neighbor’s, and friend’s experience in the camps. One thing is certain; we cannot let this happen again. The holocaust was just the gasoline on top of the already burning candle, and it expanded it into the giant flame that history has come to mark. Let’s not make the mistake of repeating this inhumanity a second time.
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